Gold And Diamond
PART 11 "Meeting at Milad School"

"La, help me" Pinta Vey. Vey had trouble doing it alone if he was painting. Sometimes she would rather trouble Kala by having him pick up acrylic paint strewn across the floor. Especially if someone orders a painting. He will hand over the dowry and surrender order to Kala.

"Stay, Onni. Just a little bit."

Kala monitor the screen of his smartphone. At first he thought that his message would not be immediately answered. Apparently Gus Omar's message made him hastily open with trembling hands.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah. Okay ready. Just jerk."

He waited without retaliating. A moment later entered the picture message. He opened it, then read it slowly. His forehead creased as he looked at the year of Gus Omar's birth. He quickly counted it by muttering. His eyes also widened. He was quite surprised after finding the age of Gus Omar exceeded his expectations. At first he only thought Gus Omar was still aged between 29-31 years. Unfortunately, no status was shown.

"Maybe he already had a wife, yes," Kala's inner self grew curious.

Arrived October 10, 2022.

There are no students who are not busy. They were pacing back and forth completing the unfinished preparation of the booth. The booth must be completed at maximum later noon because starting at four pm the stand must be opened all. Some booths that have finished preparation can be opened since half eight in the morning.

There are also those who are busy practicing on stage to prepare for the student creation event later. Student creative performance competitions represented by one person or group from each class. After the sarasehan is finished, then the stage of student excitement will begin with the performance of the school band that several times already represents the national level race.

However, since the opening ceremony of the milad will begin at eight, all students are asked to prepare themselves after arriving at school. Students who did not get a part of guarding the booth and new came were asked directly to go up to the hall by the facilities and infrastructure section, three members of OSIM who stood guard and guided the direction of the student-student vehicle parking.

Kala stood in front of the booth talking to Mela and Ruma. Talk about the picture of the opening and sarasehan event later. The two girls looked excited after hearing the name Gus Omar again called. Several times he looked towards the gate. Once twice he noticed his bracelet. Hope Gus Omar can come in time.

Ruma and Mela pat Kala's arm. He told Kala to look back. On the second floor, in front of the school hall, Sharif called and clapped. Kala.

"Why?" his yell.

Sharif put both fingers in his ears. Hinted Kala should open his phone.

"That's Sharif asking me to open that phone, huh?"

"Most" Mela replied.

Kala reached into his pocket. Chat Syarif entered ten minutes ago.

"You're calling Gus Omar now."

Kala. Shortly after, his phone rang. His heart hardened on its own. He complained because Gus Omar called him first.

"No manners, yes, I. Cook Gus Omar who calls me. Just now Syarif told me to call him lo. You pick up, Mel!" Kala did not dare.

Mela obviously refused. They also argue who will lift. Until the call ended.

"Dead lo. Because of you, Mel."

"Kok me. No yeah. You even told me. What task am I trying. Call me again! You'll call first."

"OK okay."

Kala called. Brave even though he is actually quite gerogi intersect with people like Gus Omar.

📞"Assalamaicum, Gus. Ngapunten..eee..tadi not directly lift."

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam. Okay, just relax. Habibah ma'am, it's I'm going to get by, ma'am. Just wanted to tell me that."

📞"Oh, penggeh, Gus. Me and my friends are waiting in front of the gate."

📞"Yes. Assalamualaikum sampun?"

📞"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah wabarakatuh."

Kala ran towards Geri, Mayumi, and Dharma while putting the phone in.

"Yo, let's get the show started. Eight o'clock exactly. The new one came straight to the hall. Hurry along!" shouting Geri. The big voice.

Mayumi whispers. "Have the braids come?"

"Must call already want to sampek. You guys go ahead!"

"Aren't you, La?" ask Mayumi.

"Kok me? Yeah don't. I want to prepare a snack."

"So you, La, are ngemce?" Mayumi surprise.

"Yes. Sexy event in the Olympics. I'm the one advancing. Uh, the one above is all handle, right?"

"Silent. Above is Sharif. Stand by from six o'clock earlier" Dharma said as he raised his finger.

"Eh, there's a car," murmured Kala. He ran without taking his three friends. But, the three of them also followed Geri's invitation.

It was breathless as soon as it got outside the gate. Gus Omar's car accidentally didn't go in. He smiled at the opening of the left windshield. He came down and approached Kala. When the rear car glass was opened, Kala had a glance there was one man and two women there. The man came out with the woman near the door. Kala kept watching. Then, immediately threw his gaze at Gus Omar who was already standing in front of him.

"Gus, the car is parked inside only," said Dharma weighing the sentence that Kala was about to say. Even when I shut my mouth.

"Attent. I'll talk to you first."

"Sir, Gus?"

The man who came out looked at Kala. Also women in rectangular headscarves with holster style and white blues, like people would attend a lecture.

"Sepurane I can't meet the invitation. But, relax, I have prepared a badal. The man you met at my house at the time. Abimana. Sepurane, Ma'am, yes."

Kala could only goosebumps with a little digesting the scene in front of him. Those two girls? Half of his brain by looking for possible answers, while the rest focus on the sentence delivered by Gus Omar.

Gus Omar was too happy. Get back in the car and go with the woman in the back seat.

"Sir Abimana?"

"Yes, Sister Kala. I will replace him. He has business. As he said last time. Then, this Mama?"

I stared at the woman for a moment. As he watched well, it flashed a glimpse of past memories.

"Shortly a minute. Sorry yeah. How rich do I know you, Mom? But where and when?"

"Old friends maybe" Mayumi said.

"So Mbak Kala's name?" The woman made sure.

"Remember the same name Nurmaya son of a pedicab no?"

Kala tried to remember it again, but he did not find a piece of memory that is quite clear.

"Half remember, but it's hazy. No other calls?"

"We are SD, Kala. I'm Yaya's a rickshaw boy."

Kala. Eyes rounded.

"That curly hair, huh? Which if to school that food supply, the side dish must be salted fish as krupuk?" Kala guessed it with a loud and loud voice.

Gus Omar's car was running. Geri and Dhamar nodded as they were greeted by the driver.

"He.emhaha. I'm Yaya. Nurmaya, Kala. How are you doing?"

"Alhamdulillah is very good. How can you?... Duh, what yes.. Uh, drive us to the hall first, yeah. Please, Mr. Abi we're delivering."

Kala was happy. Some big questions immediately lined up. He can't wait to talk to his old friend. He also held back steps to teach Nurmaya steps. Geri, Mayumi, and Dharma precede the steps to deliver Abimana to the hall.

They also talk stale. Kala asked about Nurmaya's current residence. As it turns out, Nurmaya has moved since graduating from elementary school. His house was still a sub-district with Kala, another village. However, after entering junior high school, Nurmaya was forced to move house because she was asked to occupy her symbolic heritage house. His father also became a fisherman-Gondang Wetan including the coastal area of Pasuruan.